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keryxPeriodically, someone will find my blog via Google and leave a post with a spurious email address saying they hate themselves or that fat people are all evil or sad or whatever. They are often British, which I know only because they like to tell me that they weigh 60 stone (roughly 850 lbs, I think) and such things about which I assume they are lying.
My guess from their general disregard for grammar is that they're 10-14 max, or at least think they are. I'm not particularly affected by most of these, but the "i hate myself, i'm so xxfatxx i wish i'm ded" ones sadden me. I don't know if they're actual kids or (undoubtedly in the case of the 60 stone folk) attempting, badly, to play pranks. It just makes me sad that 12 year olds actually go to the trouble to google blogs with references to "fat" in order to say terrible things about themselves and other people. That's how prevalent the stupid "every fat person is a thin person crying inside" idea is, that kids mock it.
So. Maybe that woman who wrote that Fat Girl I read about on BFB is right. Maybe the fat experience is misery, and I'm just not clued in. Maybe I'm not really fat after all! And I'm eight feet tall! And I have glittery red wings!
I prefer to think that, actually, the stereotype of fat equalling misery is so absurdly out of date, it's like trying to get people to say "I. P. Freely" - only the 12 year old can find it funny or true. But people keep writing books about how they were crying inside and everyone was mean to them and they either a) learned to love themselves or b) learned to blame it all on fat. Do they tell these tales just because they're writing books, and need some consistent narrative, or are they true, does fat [and WOMAN, it's always women] equal misery? It's so very not my experience. Sometimes I feel good with the body stuff, sometimes not so good. Rarely does it dominate my being as it seems to for these bookwritin' fiends and the 12 year olds with their blog comments.
Sure, I write a lot about it, but that's because most of the rest of my life doesn't provoke issues and thoughts for other people. And even my writing isn't so much about my own issues as - in the grand tradition of blogging - about things other people say that make me mad.
My guess from their general disregard for grammar is that they're 10-14 max, or at least think they are. I'm not particularly affected by most of these, but the "i hate myself, i'm so xxfatxx i wish i'm ded" ones sadden me. I don't know if they're actual kids or (undoubtedly in the case of the 60 stone folk) attempting, badly, to play pranks. It just makes me sad that 12 year olds actually go to the trouble to google blogs with references to "fat" in order to say terrible things about themselves and other people. That's how prevalent the stupid "every fat person is a thin person crying inside" idea is, that kids mock it.
So. Maybe that woman who wrote that Fat Girl I read about on BFB is right. Maybe the fat experience is misery, and I'm just not clued in. Maybe I'm not really fat after all! And I'm eight feet tall! And I have glittery red wings!
I prefer to think that, actually, the stereotype of fat equalling misery is so absurdly out of date, it's like trying to get people to say "I. P. Freely" - only the 12 year old can find it funny or true. But people keep writing books about how they were crying inside and everyone was mean to them and they either a) learned to love themselves or b) learned to blame it all on fat. Do they tell these tales just because they're writing books, and need some consistent narrative, or are they true, does fat [and WOMAN, it's always women] equal misery? It's so very not my experience. Sometimes I feel good with the body stuff, sometimes not so good. Rarely does it dominate my being as it seems to for these bookwritin' fiends and the 12 year olds with their blog comments.
Sure, I write a lot about it, but that's because most of the rest of my life doesn't provoke issues and thoughts for other people. And even my writing isn't so much about my own issues as - in the grand tradition of blogging - about things other people say that make me mad.
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Date: 2005-04-18 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-18 02:08 pm (UTC)ooh! now i know how to express that when someone is like "ALL YOU DO IS WHINE ABOUT FEMINIST STUFF". which, strangely enough, i don't.